summary — how obvious does frank langdon have to be for you to realize his feelings for you?
wc — 1.9k
content — fluff, no use of y/n, no descriptions of reader's physical appearence, no warnings other than light cursing, oblivious!reader, langdon's kinda dorky, reader works at the pitt
a/n: this is shorttt and i wasn't sure how to really end this so i might do a part 2 later! hope u guys still enjoy it!!!
you've been having a rough shift, rougher than usual. the atmosphere at PTMC felt strange and the patients you've dealt with today were crazier than usual. you could've sworn it was just sleep deprivation that made you feel like that, until javadi leaned against the desk you were currently sitting at.
"am i the only one who feels like everyone has gone crazy?"
you looked up from your screen, where you were actively charting about a patient that had shot a nail through their left hand with a nail gun. that alone felt like the appropriate response to javadi's question.
"you're not alone," you sighed, typing out a few more words into the chart. your hands felt like they were only seconds away from cramping.
"oh, thank god." she sighed out of relief. "i genuinely thought i might be having some sort of weird stroke."
"nope. but the er might be," you stated. that was your weak attempt at being humorous.
javadi's mouth twitched into a position that could almost mirror a smile if she wasn't absolutely exhausted. "you can say that again."
"just a few hours left. we can do this," you tried cheering her up, knowing that you didn't even believe in that statement yourself. five more minutes and you might just collapse on the floor.
right then, the overly enthusiastic version of frank langdon, that you rarely saw ever, appeared next to the both of you. "if you keep chit-chatting like this, robby might just kill you."
"hello to you too," you said, your entire body fighting a battle against sleep.
"jesus. you look like the epitome of death," he declared when he saw just how terrible you looked at the moment. you could've sworn you saw concern appear on his face. but again, that could've just been sleep deprivation tricking your mind into believing something that wasn't true at all.
"how are you so… energetic right now?" javadi asked the question both of you were wondering.
"what? this shift has been great!"
"of course you'd think that," you commented, forcing a sarcastic smile on your face.
he stared at you like what you just said was utterly ridiculous and ultimately crazy. "what?"
"nothing," you rolled your eyes. or at least you think you did. your body was starting to become so numb to the point that you weren't even sure if your body was operating properly.
"hey, if you have that much energy, you can always just take my patients," javadi said to him.
just as langdon was about to utter a sarcastic response, dana rushed over to the three of you, all gathered around the same desk.
"langdon, mel's looking for you. she's in central nine."
"oh, okay. i'll be there," he said again with way too much enthusiastic energy for both you and javadi.
dana's eyes wandered from your face to javadi's. "you two don't get paid for sitting around and talking shit, now do you?" she said. you'd almost think she was being judgemental if you didn't know better.
"yes, ma'am," you responded, sarcasm slipping into your tone. your gaze fell on langdon who was still leaning against the desk, rocking on his heels.
"you can go, you know."
"and leave you here? c'mon, aren't you fascinated to know what case mel needs help with?" he was now the one trying to cheer you up. javadi's whole presence shifted at his words, from exhaustion to curiosity.
"not really."
"you're so boring."
"mhm," you hummed. "now scram, boy."
he just huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. he did end up departing, but not without giving you a playful pat on the shoulder. you fought the smile that tried to appear on your face at that, but you could feel just how your heart slightly fluttered.
"now what was that?" javadi said, her eyebrows raised. her whole exhausted demeanour was now completely gone. the tea was apparently more important.
"what?" you feigned.
"i mean, he clearly wanted you to come with him."
"nope," you physically forced yourself to look back at the chart, only to notice that the screen had already returned back to the original desktop.
"yes!" she insisted.
you just ignored her words, signing back into the computer. you could hear her sigh, but she took that as a sign that you weren't willing to talk about it.
the shift was coming to an end, you only had one patient to treat before you could hand out all of your responsibilities to the night shift.
you were currently picking out a specific syringe from the supply room, having to lean on your tippy toes as you tried to reach for it from the top shelf.
that was when langdon opened the door with too much force which startled you to the point that you could've sworn you were having a heart attack. "jesus fucking christ!" you almost lost your balance, having to grab the shelf in front of you.
"sorry! sorry- i didn't know anyone was here," he immediately apologized, lowering his voice.
"you're fine, just… christ." you placed your hand on your chest, feeling your fastened heartbeat. the door closed behind him and the air started to feel warmer from both of your bodies being cramped in the same room.
you tried to reach for the syringe, cursing to yourself. i mean, god, why would they put such an important item so high up? what was the logic behind that exactly? to have every nurse and doctor in the world struggling, apparently.
"you need help with that?" he asked. he tried to bit back the teasing smile that was fighting to emerge on his lips.
you would've loved to refuse the offer, but you seriously needed the syringe, it was your one way ticket home. so, you let out a sigh loud enough to make sure he heard your frustration and muttered, "fine."
then he leaned closer than you expected him to, reaching out for the syringe. his scrub top was itching way too high that you could see the waistband of his boxers. you had to physically force yourself to look away.
after he also struggled to reach the item, he finally caught it with his fingertips. "yes, baby!" he cheered to himself.
with your already red cheeks, the smile that had been forced on your face from his cheer was making you look way too smitten. you bit your cheek to try to suppress it before he could notice.
he handed you the syringe, grinning like a man who've just won the olympics. "see? i've still got it."
you tried to hide your flustered expression with sarcasm, something that came easy to you. "what a gentleman."
"uh huh, you're welcome."
"now, what did you need?"
"well," he cleared his throat. "you remember when i said that i didn't know you were here?"
"yeah?"
"well, that was a lie. i knew you were here. i specifically came here looking for you." he scratched the back of his neck, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"oh," you uttered, your eyebrows now raised. "what for?"
"i know you're exhausted," he started.
"you can say that again," you joked. though, your body had already forgotten sleep ever since his shirt just happened to ride up right in front of you.
"-but i have a very good case for you!" he said with too much enthusiasm.
"no," you immediately shut him down. "i'm so close to finishing my shift."
"please." he held his hands against each other, practically pleading. "it'd be a great teaching case. this is still a teaching hospital, right?"
god, why was he being so persistent? and why was it making your cheeks warmer than they already were?
"i promise it won't take long."
"if i say yes, you owe me," you pointed at his chest with your index finger.
"yes, anything!" he released his hands from each other, now holding them in the air.
"fine," you surrendered. "but- i need to go see my patient first."
"yes, of course. it's not critical or anything."
"okay…"
the both of you continued to stand there for a second too long. "i'll just-" he moved to the door.
"yup."
"come find me in north 2," he said, opening the door.
"okay." and that was when he slipped out of the room, letting the door close behind him.
you let out a deep breath out, one you didn't even know you were holding in the first place. what the fuck was going on today?
you did go see langdon's patient, which happened to not be an actual teaching case, but an adult dressed as a disney princess for a kid's birthday party. langdon found it hilarious enough for him to show it to you and you would've called it a waste of time if you also didn't find it sort of funny. and it's not like you'd complain about getting to spend more time with him.
but now you were once again charting, the endless cycle of being a resident. but it was your last patient's chart and then you were officially free from the ED, so you pushed through it.
"oh my god, when is he going to stop staring at you?" you heard trinity say under her breath.
when you raised your eyes from the computer screen to trinity, she was already staring at you.
"what?"
"langdon," she pointed with her chin to the right.
when your eyes drifted to the direction she was pointing to, your eyes locked with the exact suspect.
you quickly averted your gaze back to your computer screen, feeling your cheeks once again getting warmer for what was probably the tenth time today.
"i don't know why he's doing that."
you could hear trinity groan. you were sure if you looked at her right now, she'd also be rolling her eyes. "yes you do."
you shut the chart you were actively working on and swiftly moved closer to trinity, leaning against her desk. "i swear to god, he's been acting so weird today."
"today?" she mocked.
you ignored her comment and kept explaining yourself, "yeah, like… he keeps asking for me to come work with him on cases and-"
trinity cut you off with your name. "you seriously haven't noticed?"
"what?"
"oh my god," she said, clearly irritated by how oblivious you could be sometimes. well, more often than just sometimes.
"you haven't noticed how everytime you walk into a room he crosses his arms, just to show off? or- or how he always gives you space when working on a patient, like he's memorizing where you like to stand.
she started to list the idiotic things langdon does for you, something she found very aggravating. "he's also always wherever you are. i mean, god, he's practically like a dog when it comes to you."
with each thing she let roll from the tip of her tongue, you started to realize exactly what trinity meant. like finding a key to a locked door. you finally started to uncover just what was behind it.
"ask him for your coffee order and he probably has it memorized!"
you let your gaze wander back to him while listening to trinity's words. he was at the exact spot your eyes had found him in before and, of course, his eyes were still on you.
"told you," she just retorted, giving you a disbelieving side eye and turned back to her screen.
but you couldn't help the smile that was now so clear on your face. because she was right. and hearing those words from trinity might've just been the best thing ever.
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“You don’t wanna leave me, but I’m tryna self-discover. Keep me in your orbit and you know you’ll drag me under.”
Summary: Billy comes looking for you after you step out on him to go to Tina’s Halloween Party.
Content: alcohol consumption, billy’s mean asf, cursing, slight degrading language, (slut, whore), not really proofread, (wc 2.8k)
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The sound of The Cure’s latest cassette was playing from the corner of your room as you finished applying mascara to your lashes. Tonight, Tina was throwing a house party to celebrate the start of the summer break. You had just finished your junior year at Hawkins High.
Setting the tube of mascara into a small bowl on your dresser, you rose out of your vanity to find your black kitten heels. But as soon as you spotted them, you heard the roar of a car engine pulling into your driveway, followed by a small thud of the car door closing.
You grab the heels with one hand and head out of your bedroom to the foyer, balancing on each foot as you slide them onto your feet. Before you reached the staircase to the ground floor, you heard your front door open and close.
“You up there, sweet thing?” You heard a voice beckon from downstairs. Smiling to yourself, you break into a small jog to meet your boyfriend in the front.
Once his eyes hit your figure descending the stairs, a cheshire cat grin spreads across his face, before turning skeptical and reserved.
“Hey, baby,” you smize as you fall into his arms. You extend yourself onto your toes, placing a small kiss on the crook of his jaw.
“What are you doing here?” You ask.
His hands settle against the small of your back. “What, a guy can’t come out to see his girl when he wants to?” You giggle and his hands reach the hem of your skirt, testing.
“What’s all this? What are you so dressed up for?” Billy questions.
“I’m going to Tina’s tonight. Don’t you remember her inviting the lunch table earlier this week?”
A puff of air leaves his mouth. “Yes, I remember. I just don’t remember saying that we were going.”
Your eyebrows sink. “Well- I just figured we were. We go to all of her parties.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just- not feeling it tonight. Plus, I’m supposed to be in charge of Max.”
“Oh. Well, I guess I can just go on my own then. Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. Your body angles away from him slightly to pull away but his hands remain cemented on you.
“Whaddya mean ‘go on your own’. You’re not going anywhere tonight.” He says, staring down at you.
You scoff. “Why the hell not?”
“Cause- you can’t go without me.” He states. “You’re my girlfriend.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to go anywhere without you.”
“No, it means that your not allowed to go to parties without me. Do you know how many greedy bastards there are out there? Looking where they’re not supposed to? Trynna touch where they’re not supposed to?”
“I can hold my own, Billy. I’ll be fine, promise.” You assert.
He takes a small step back from you, taking you in with his eyes. The short skirt, low-cut top, dark red lips.
“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere dressed like that without me.”
“Dressed like what? Billy, I dress like this all the time.”
“Yeah, and it’s fine when I’m around. But I’m not. So, just lose the slutty outfit and you can hang out with me tonight.”
“I don’t wanna babysit with you, okay? I told Tina I’d be there and I’m going!” You huff.
“Hey! Watch your tone with me.” Billy said. “You’re not going to that party without me, so drop it. Honest to God woman, you’re starting to get on my nerves.” His hands fly up to his face, rubbing softly against his jaw.
Turning on your heel, you rummage around in the coat closet for a few moments before pulling away with your purse and a denim jacket. Slinging it over your arm, you return to your place in front of Billy. You didn’t want to leave him so mad at you.
“I’ll catch up with you this weekend, okay? We can- I don’t know, go for a drive, or I’ll come by your basketball game at the park.”
You reach up to place a hand on his denim-clad shoulder, but he brushes you off.
“If you walk out the door dressed like that- don’t fucking bother.”
A sharp pain shoots through your chest at his harsh words. Sure, Billy had been overprotective sometimes, but he was never cruel.
“Billy-“
“I mean it. You go out there dressed like that? You’re gonna get exactly what you’re asking for.”
With a sunken demeanor, your mouth flies open.
“You’d break up with me over something stupid like this?” you cry.
“‘s not stupid. It’s disrespectful.”
You look at him once more before pressing your shoulders back and tilting your head up.
“Fine. Whatever, Billy.”
And with that, you swung the door open and started the six block walk to Tina’s.
—————
“Oh, Billy isn’t with you?” Your friend Tina asked you from behind a Red Solo cup. She was leaned against the wall in a hallway off the foyer of her home, a guy from your Latin class clinging onto her waist. You knew that she had a thing for your boyfriend, but you didn’t make a thing out of it.
“He’s busy,” you replied curtly, ducking past her to get to the kitchen.
Once you arrived, you immediately dunked a plastic cup into the bowl of punch and started chugging. Sure you had gotten what you wanted- you were here at the party, wearing your tiny outfit, drinking something that tasted like it was made by someone with their eyes closed- but the argument you had with Billy moments prior was weighing on your mind.
Was that it?
The relationship was over because of a small skirt?
You figured Billy wouldn’t be that crushed. It was only a matter of time before he had a new girl on his arm, and for a moment, Tina popped up in your head.
Yeah, good luck with him. He’s all yours.
———
The obnoxious engine of Billy’s blue Camaro roared in the parking lot of Hawkins’ most popular arcade. They had agreed on an eight thirty pick-up, and with every passing minute Billy grew agitated.
He grunted once, then layed on the horn.
Max appeared a moment later and immediately saw Billy in the parking lot. With a scowl, she stomped over to the car and ripped open the door.
“Jesus, Max. You're lucky I even agreed to pick you up. Get in the car.” Billy yelled from the open window.
Max chose not to say anything. She sat down in the passenger's seat and stared down at her hands.
“The fucks wrong with you?” Billy asked, like it pained him to care.
“It’s none of your business. Let’s just go home.” She huffed.
“It becomes my business when it’s making you late, wasting my time.”
“Oh, please. ‘Wasting your time.’ I know you’ve got nothing better to do.”
“You know what? Just sit there and keep your mouth shut. Forget I even asked.”
And with that, his car roared to life and the two zoomed out of the lot.
“And for your information, I do have things to do. I’m going out after I drop you off at home.” Billy hissed.
“No you’re not- Mom said you had to order dinner for us.”
Billy made a particularly sharp turn, sending Max cowering into her seat.
“Whatever, Max. Order your own fucking pizza. I need to find my whore of a girlfriend.”
Max perked up at that. “Don’t call her that, Billy. God, I don’t know why she puts up with your sorry ass.”
“Shut your mouth.” He barked.
The two of them sat in silence until the car pulled up next to their home. Billy put the car in park and stared down at his hands gripping the wheel. Max sprang for the car door and slammed it shut behind her.
And before Max made it into the house, Billy was already speeding towards Tina’s.
——-
You were on your third drink when you started to feel out of place at the party. It was lonely, really. People approached you but you could feel them looking for Billy, who they assumed would be in your vicinity.
It had been like that for a while, people assuming you came as a package deal. Whether it was out of a sense of possessiveness or pure admiration, Billy often showed up wherever you were.
You thought it was weird that he hadn’t burst through the doors of the party and started eyeing down the crowd looking for you.
Surely, he still cared? At least a little bit?
A quivering sigh left your mouth as you set down your near empty plastic cup on the kitchen counter.
Were you really throwing away your relationship for this dumb party? Hell, it wasn’t even that much fun.
You started to feel stupid in your outfit. All glittering makeup and tight clothes. It was nothing but a cheap reflection of the girl you thought you could be.
With one last look around the room, you turned on your heel and disappeared out the back door, unbeknownst to you that Billy had just parked his Camaro in front of Tina’s.
“Hey, where is she?” Billy called to the first guy he recognized from the basketball team. People gawked as he entered the room, but Billy wasn’t focused on them.
“Hey! I asked you a question,” Billy said hotly. The guy opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly he felt someone wrap a hand around his bicep. He let out a puff of air, ready to face you again.
Only it wasn’t you, it was Tina.
He shrugged her grip off his arm and looked down at her. “You seen her? Was she here?”
Tina’s face flickered a hint of disappointment before quickly conforming back to that of pure adoration.
“Yeah, she was here. I think I saw her leave a couple of minutes ago though. She was with some blonde guy, practically dragging him out by his belt buckle.” She chuckled lightly, eyeing Billy’s reaction. “ ‘s a real shame. But, I always knew you deserved better than her.”
Billy stilled under the collective gaze of the room. He ran a hand up and down his jawline. “What guy?”
Tina blinked, unsure how to proceed. “It-it doesn’t matter really. Hey, why don’t you just enjoy the party!”
She leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone. “Do you want to join me upstairs? I can help you get your mind off that slut.”
Billy pulled back slightly and looked at her face.
There was a time, before you, where he would’ve gotten a hard-on from shit like that. Girls throwing themselves at him, like putty in his hands.
And yes, he used to love the attention. He loved the way it made him feel- popular and in control.
But as he looked down at Tina’s face, he felt something snap in his brain. Like, he remembered why he came down here in the first place.
Not to punish you for leaving him.
Not to drag you back home.
All he wanted was to protect you, and he wasn’t about to lose anymore time entertaining Tina.
Without a word, Billy made his way out the front door and got in his car. He was going to find you before something happened with that guy.
—————
After about 18 minutes of walking, the combination of cheap liquor, loud noises, and leftover heartache from your argument with Billy rendered you tired. When you left the party, you walked in the direction opposite of your house so that your nosey neighbors wouldn’t catch this sight of you late at night. It seemed like a smart idea at the time, but as your legs grew more sluggish you wished you had just gone home.
Now, you found yourself in front of a small gas station with blinking fluorescent lights and a humming generator. With nowhere else in mind, you opened the door to the small store.
It was near empty. You could only see two guys a little older than you standing near the coffee station. Sighing, you dragged yourself over to the fridges in hopes of getting either water or a Gatorade.
The plastic wattle bottle felt heavy in your hands. Cold. Slick with condensation.
You turned it over in your hands a couple of times as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“Sorry, can I just-“ You heard a voice say from somewhere close. Immediately you straighten up and turn towards the sound. It was one of the guys from the coffee area. He was tall, had the darkest hair you had ever seen, and equally dark eyes. His hand gestured to the fridge of waters you were blocking.
“Right, sorry,” you say shyly before backing up.
“You’re alright,” he responds coolly, stepping towards the fridge. “Long night?”
A sigh falls from your lips. “You have no idea.”
“Oh, that good, huh?” He chuckles sarcastically.
You give him a harrowing, yet playful, glare as he closes the door to the fridge.
“Whatever it is, I bet my night was worse.” He challenges.
You sling your purse higher on your shoulder. “Oh, poor you. What happened?” You giggle.
“Well, I just got back to Hawkins. Cause I’ve been at college in California.”
”Mhm,”
“I met up with a few buddies of mine from high school at this bar a few blocks away,”
“Sullivan’s?” You pondered.
He huffed a laugh. “Yeah, and as soon as we got our drinks they ditched me for this group of girls.”
“Okay, rude,” you chide in.
“I know! But the worst part is,” he leans in closer and eyes around the store for a minute, “the worst part is that I’m stuck with my old friend Patrick because he’s my ride home.”
“What’s wrong with Patrick?” You laugh.
“Oh he’s a terrible drunk. Gets real loud.”
“So, your drunk friend is your ride home?”
He paused for a moment, thinking. Then he stifled a laugh. “Shit.”
“Ugh, rookie move. Why didn’t you just go with the girls, then? Not enough to go around?”
“Oh there were plenty, believe me. It’s just- I don’t think my girlfriend would’ve liked that very much.” He chuckles.
At that, you let out a pretty hearty laugh. Not because it was that funny, but because this was the most stimulating conversation you’ve had all night.
Suddenly, you hear the bell for the door chime, signaling a new customer entering the store.
You spared a glance towards the direction the sound came from, but then quickly turned back to the stranger.
“So, what made your night so bad?” The stranger asked.
You opened your mouth to speak but then froze when your eyes landed on the man who entered the store.
“Billy,” you whispered in disbelief.
“Billy?” The stranger laughed, “Who’s Billy? Your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, bud. You got a problem with that?” He said from a decreasing distance.
You and the stranger froze in his presence. The stranger looked to you, silently asking you if you knew what the hell was going on, but your eyes remained glued to your boyfriend in disbelief.
Billy gave the guy a once over- he was a blonde just like Tina had said.
“This him?” Billy asked bluntly. “This the guy you’re fucking now?”
“Woah, buddy you don-“
“Did I speak to you, dickhead? Get the fuck away from her.” Billy said hotly. He grabbed you by your bicep and pulled you into his side.
“Shut up!” You yelled up at him. “You have no right to do this right now! You’re causing a scene.”
“Fine.” Billy said simply. “Let’s do this somewhere else.” And before you could protest, his grip tightened again on your arm and you felt the cool night air hit your face as the two of you left the convenience store.
—————
The ride back to your place was silent except for the several obnoxious roars of the cars engine. Billy didn’t even say anything as the two of you pulled into your driveway.
When you moved to open the door, he quickly locked it from his side, trapping you in there with him.
He stared down at his hands as he gripped the wheel, testing the feeling of the tight leather against his hand. Your legs were cold from the night air spilling in from the open window, but you didn’t dare move.
Then, almost inaudibly, Billy spoke in a dark voice.
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Since the day that Fred Weasley had somewhat sheepishly (by his standards) asked you to the Yule ball, your once flirtatious friendship had quickly blossomed into a playful relationship. This came as a surprise to nobody except for the two of you. It was something that you were now able to laugh at - how silly it was that you'd both been so absolutely certain that the other was not at all interested, until your mutual obsessions became un-ignorable. Now neither of you understood how you hadn’t seen it sooner.
Despite the teasing from your friends, your hands were constantly intertwined and neither of you had any problem with kissing in the busy hallways. Physical contact was a constant between you and Fred - which was why your close friends were surprised to find out that you hadn't actually slept together yet; especially given the somewhat promiscuous rumours surrounding the Weasley twins.
And it wasn't as if you didn't want to sleep with Fred. Merlin knows you'd often fantasised about it. But you were scared of how he might react once he saw what was under your robe; not just your body, but the map of scars and cuts that it had become stained with. You always wore long sleeves, which wasn't hard to do given the climate surrounding Hogwarts even during the warmest months, so he hadn't even seen your bare arms before - let alone your thighs.
He was completely oblivious to your secret habit, as was everyone else with the few exceptions of your best friends and exes - and most of them still had never known the full extent. Throughout your years at Hogwarts you'd learnt some pretty handy spells for cleaning up blood and closing dripping wounds, but you'd never perfected the act of removing scars - something that was apparently even harder to do when the scars were created from the darkest place of a witch's mind.
Foolishly, it had been a tickle fight to finally force your secret to the surface.
Fred had started to feel suspicious a few weeks prior after having a midnight conversation with Lee Jordan about muggle girls; specifically about some of their strange habits. You weren't a muggle - of course - but being born from muggle parents, he couldn't help but theorise which traits you might've picked up had you gone to a non-wizarding school. Would you have gotten long bits of coloured plastic attached to your nails? Would you have smoked cigarettes and worn tracksuits? He found those images hard to picture.
When Lee had described his strange, muggle cousin however, and the heartbreaking struggle she had with self-harming, an uncomfortable weight of recognition had suddenly started to form in Fred's gut. It had never occurred to him before that one might want to cut their own skin.
"Mate, I don't think Y/N is anything like those crazy muggle girls and especially not my batshit cousin, I mean - I highly doubt that she's doing that. I think you're overthinking things." Lee had tried to talk some calm into his best friend; believing that you were far too bright and bubbly to pick up a bad habit like that.
Fred had almost believed him, up until a few weeks later.
As you’d squealed on the ground below Fred and reached up to tickle his ribs back, his hand had accidentally brushed every so slightly too hard against your arm and unbeknownst to him, tore open a slit of hours-old, congealed, dry scabs. He didn't hear your pained hiss between the gasping breaths of your hysterical laughter.
Tiny red dots quickly started to emerge across your pale-yellow sleeve, and then they seemed to catch Fred's eyes like a deer in headlights
"What's that?" He laughed, but the sound quickly died in his throat as he frowned; ceasing his tickling. "What happened there?"
You immediately put your arm behind your back and swallowed, still catching your breath; which was now made harder by the sudden pressure of Fred's question.
"Nothing."
"Well show me then." A weak, hopeful smile pulled at his lips, silently begging for a silly excuse, but when you were unable to speak the smile slowly dropped to the ground.
His face bore an extremely unfamiliar expression of deeply lined seriousness; one that made your stomach tightly twist and turn. Despite this sudden stoniness, his voice remained intimate and soft.
"You've been hurting yourself?" He whispered, holding his hands out to take your arm.
You didn't budge, mentally scrambling to think of an excuse, but all that came out was a weak exhalation.
"Fred..."
"Show me your arm, Y/N." Despite how gentle his tone was you knew that it was a plea somehow dressed as an order; a shiver hidden in a command then wrapped in a soft bow.
It wasn't as if you'd ever frequently received orders from Fred, but there was a finality in the desperation of his request that made it feel forbidden to disobey. What else could you do? Walk away? And then what?
You slowly removed your arm from behind your back and peeled back your sleeve; the red dots having evolved into wet lines that stuck to your skin. The movement was agonisingly slow for Fred, who's eyes darted in infinitesimal movements from your poorly veiled expression of slight pain to the reveal of your injuries. His hands moved to cradle your arm as if he were afraid to hurt it, and his expression shifted tightly into a grimace as the red tatters finally met the air. He looked as if he was examining a bad quidditch injury, and you felt your face go red at that thought.
"It's fine, I swear. It's nothing." You spoke quickly, wanting nothing more than to tear your arm from his hold and whip out your wand - to modify his memory and make him forget he'd ever even seen the accidental red dots.
"It's not nothing though, is it?" He whispered with a short sigh. "You've been hurting yourself... Cutting your skin in a really dangerous place."
He dabbed the blood with his sleeve. There wasn't too much fresh moisture, but he struggled to tear his eyes from it - as if he were monitoring a life threatening wound. Only after another minute of attempting to halt the weak flow did he finally reconnect his eyes to yours.
"I'm going to make the bleeding stop. Is that alright?"
He had his long, pine wand pointed at your arm before you could speak - not that you were going to. Your throat felt tight and you were struggling to keep your eyes dry.
"Episkey." He whispered, and you both held your breaths as the tip of his wand acted as a gentle vacuum to your tattered skin.
All of the blood; even the little, dry flakes, disappeared into the wood - leaving the cuts in your skin now entirely exposed and somehow looking worse. Until you'd been forced to consider the sight from someone else's perspective, you'd not realised how severe it looked. Fred's wand was quick to be back in his pocket and his hand holding your arm, his other hand moved to cradle your downwards facing jaw.
"Now can you tell me, darling.. why would you want to do this to yourself?"
"It's only sometimes, I-I don't do it a lot - just when I'm really angry, or upset-" You whispered with a cracking voice before you cut yourself off, feeling foolish like some small child explaining why they'd wet their bed.
Unable to blink them back anymore, fat liquid orbs rolled down your face and left behind salty trails. You tried to look down at the ground again, but Fred's supportive hand beneath your chin stopped you from doing so, and his thumb had already started to catch some of the tears, softly rubbing them into invisibility against your cheek. He was frozen for a second; shocked by the unlikely sadness that you'd been hiding so well, ashamed at himself for not saying anything sooner, consumed by newfound worry. Then he pulled you into a tight hug.
"Oh, baby." He sighed, feeling your silent tears erupt into cries against the safety of his broad chest. "I didn't realise you were... I didn't know you were feeling so sad."
You said nothing back; only continuing to cry, which worsened the knot of guilt in Fred’s stomach. He’d never heard you cry so heavily before and he didn’t like it - not at all. He swallowed a dry lump of his own before continuing in a desperate whisper.
"I need you to promise me that you're not going to do this to yourself again. Scream at me, hit my chest if you're angry, give the pain to me - just don't turn it on yourself."
"No, Fred. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you." You croaked.
"Well then why would you do it to yourself?"
"It's different... I... I deserve it."
You knew that Fred would react badly to those words and you cut yourself off before more could come out. Nonetheless, he pulled back just enough to look at you; his eyes wide with hurt.
"Deserve it? Are you serious, Y/N? You think you deserve to be hurt? I don't understand. Why would you deserve that?”
"Because I’m just…” your mind trailed with too many reasons and there was one simple way to put it “Shit… I’m just shit.”
Fred shook his head and placed his thumb under your chin again, lifting your damp face to look at his.
“You’re not shit, not at all. You’re my gorgeous, brilliant, hilarious, little Pygmy Puff. What’s shit about that?”
A tiny smile weakly cracked at the corners of your lips and your eyes met his for a second before being weighed down by hot, embarrassed tears again.
Fred still felt that his questions were painfully unanswered, but he doubted that he would get any more clues whilst the discovery was still so fresh. He decided that the best temporary course of action would be to get you cuddled up in his dorm hidden under his covers, where his twin brother and two best friends would happily vacate to afford you both some privacy. Once comfortable; he would scheme out loud just to make you laugh and pepper your face with kisses. Explanations could come another time, all that Fred knew was for that night he needed to keep you safe and warm
A/N: my first Fred imagine I hope you all enjoy and don’t forget to interact as it means the world to myself and other writers! also my requests are open <3
You and Theo Nott have always been the kind of best friends who blur boundaries — late-night talks, too-long touches, and the comfort of always ending up in each other's space. When a casual curiosity about "weird searches" spirals into watching porn together, the teasing turns into something you both can't ignore anymore.
Warnings: MDNI! smut, unprotected p in v, watching porn, explicit language, best friends to lovers trope, mutual pining, teasing
Word count: ~2,5k
You didn't think the night was going to get weird. Not in the beginning, anyway.
It was supposed to be just another Friday in Theo's place, sprawled on his bed while he sorted through a deck of Exploding Snap cards and you picked at the seam of his pillowcase. You always ended up here. His mattress was softer than yours, his bedroom always smelled faintly of cedarwood and parchment, and he had that knack for never kicking you out, no matter how late or absurd it got.
"Your shuffling is absolute shit," you said, watching him fumble the deck with amusement.
Theo flicked you a look, lips twitching. "Your commentary is absolute shit. But that doesn't stop you from opening that pretty mouth of yours."
You kicked him lightly in the thigh, socked foot bouncing off his lean muscle. "Ow," he deadpanned, and flicked one card at you like a weapon. It smacked your forehead before fluttering uselessly to the sheets.
You laughed, grabbing it. "Terrifying."
"You should be," he said with a nod, but he was already smirking. That was who Theo was — he always looked a little too unbothered, a little too pretty sitting there with his collar loose, hair falling in his eyes, like the world could collapse and he'd still be dryly amused.
The problem with having Theo Nott as your best friend was exactly this: he was utterly dangerous without trying.
Which is maybe why, when you both got bored of the cards and you scrolled absently on the tablet you gifted him on his birthday, you didn't think before pulling up the browser and saying, "So what's the weirdest shit you've watched on here?"
Theo arched a brow from where he was sprawled against the headboard. "Define weird."
"Don't act like you don't know what I mean," you shot back, grinning up at him. "Come on. Everyone's searched something at least once that they'd never admit."
He hummed thoughtfully, eyes narrowing like he was amused at your boldness. "You mean porn."
You shrugged, pretending not to care though your cheeks went warmer. "Yeah. Porn. Unless you're about to tell me you've never—"
His scoff cut off your teasing. "Obviously I have."
"Well?" you pushed curiously with an arched eyebrow.
Theo tilted his head, studying you for a moment. His voice dropped just a fraction, that playful teasing he reserved only for you. "What do I get if I tell you?"
You froze for half a second. You hated when he did that — turned a simple conversation into something that made your stomach twist warmly. "Bragging rights?"
Theo's mouth curved into a smirk. "Shit prize." But he took the tablet from your hands, long fingers brushing yours, and typed something into the search bar. He didn't show you right away, just smirked at the screen, then angled it toward you.
Your jaw dropped the second your eyes landed on the screen. "Oh my god."
Theo chuckled in amusement, low and warm. "Too much?"
You slapped his arm, laughing. "That's— what even is that position? Is he trying to break her spine?"
"Flexibility training," he deadpanned with a nonchalant shrug.
You snorted so hard you nearly dropped the tablet off the bed. "You're sick."
"Please. You asked yourself." He looked far too smug, lounging like a cat while you tried to recover from the scene. Then, without asking, he tapped the next video down the list. Something tamer, but still porn.
You should have told him to shut it off. Instead, you found yourself watching curiously.
At first, it was funny. The over-exaggerated moans, the cheesy dirty talk. You mocked the way the guy kept saying "yeah baby" and "fuck" like he'd been programmed with only two phrases. Theo snorted every time the camera zoomed in unnecessarily close to the girl's face. It was the kind of thing best friends could laugh at without thinking twice.
Except... you were thinking twice.
Because you noticed how close you'd ended up sitting, your knees almost brushing his. How his shoulder shifted against yours when he leaned back at the headboard. How he absentmindedly spun the ring on his finger while watching, and how his expression wasn't as detached as you expected. Relaxed sure, but now with more intent.
When the girl on-screen gasped, Theo's tongue darted briefly over his lower lip, and your stomach flipped, dangerous and warm.
Nope. Absolutely not. This was Theo. Your Theo. You were just imagining it.
But then he glanced sideways and caught you watching him instead of the screen, he smirked.
"What?" you demanded, arching your brow in a defensive gesture.
"You're quiet," he pinpointed lightly with a slight hum. "Unusual."
"I'm just... processing."
He chuckled, tilting his head slightly, but didn't push. "Sure." His eyes flicked back to the tablet, then to you again. "And you're blushing."
"I am not."
"You are," he said with a smirk, far too pleased with himself. "Cute."
Your heart jumped. Cute? Theo called you a million names — idiot, menace, brat — but cute? That was reserved only for special occasions. And worse, he looked like he meant it.
The video kept playing. You tried to laugh at it again, but your voice came out thin. Theo leaned just a little closer, close enough that you caught the faint cologne at his collar. Close enough that when the man on screen groaned, you felt heat curl in your stomach in a way that had nothing to do with the actor.
It was all about Theo.
And suddenly you realized: best friends didn't actually sit this close watching porn together. Not without meaning something else.
Your pulse hammered. You glanced at him again, and this time, you swore his gaze dipped to your mouth before he caught himself and looked away.
Shit.
The room felt smaller by the second, the air warmer and thicker.
Theo hadn't moved much, but it was the awareness that had changed. His thigh brushed yours like it always did, only this time it wasn't casual. His arm rested behind you on the headboard, his fingers grazing your shoulder, and you felt every nerve in your body trip over itself because suddenly, it mattered.
The video kept playing, but neither of you was really watching it anymore.
"You can turn it off," Theo said finally, voice lower than usual. "If it's too much."
You forced a laugh, though your throat was dry. "It's not. Don't worry."
He looked at you, sharp eyes steady, like he was testing that. Then his mouth curved slowly, that teasing edge softening into something heavier. "Alright, then. Don't get shy on me now."
Shy? You wanted to smack him as usual when he teased you. But your body betrayed you — pulse raced, legs shifted subconsciously, and you couldn't meet his gaze for long without feeling like you'd combust.
The silence stretched, broken only by the obscene wet sounds from the tablet. And then, like the universe couldn't handle the tension between you two anymore — you both reached for it at once, fingers colliding.
You startled, jerking your hand back quickly, but Theo caught your wrist before you could move away. His grip was firm, warm, familiar but all new in a strange intimate way. "Jumpier than usual," he murmured.
Your breath hitched. "Well, it's because you're being—"
"What?" He tilted his head, studying you, thumb dragging lazily against the inside of your wrist. "Honest?"
The word sank into you, heavy and dangerous. Because yeah, that was exactly what this all was. Too honest. Terrifying in its novelty, but exhilarating all at once. Unavoidable.
And then he kissed you.
It wasn't hesitant, wasn't careful. Theo kissed like he'd thought a lot about it before, like he already knew the shape of your mouth, like your lips were destined to end up against his. His hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face to his, while your fingers bunched in his shirt. He tasted faintly of menthol cigarettes and something darker, and when you gasped, he swallowed the sound like he owned it. His tongue slid against yours, slow and deliberate, making you shudder at the sheer heat of it.
The tablet slipped forgotten onto the sheets.
"Fuck," you breathed out against his mouth.
Theo smirked, breath warm on your skin as he pressed his forehead to yours. "That's the idea."
You laughed shakily, but it broke into a gasp when his hand skimmed down your side, slipping under your shirt to trace warm and bare skin. Your whole body shivered at the contact, heat sparking everywhere his fingers touched.
"Theo—"
"Tell me to stop," he said, voice strained now, though his mouth was still curved. "And you know I will."
But you didn't. Couldn't. Didn't want to. Instead, you dragged him closer, kissing him again, more desperate this time.
The shift was immediate. Theo groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating through you as he pulled you into his lap, your thighs straddling him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Inevitable. Blissful. Amazing. His hands gripped your hips, grounding you as you rocked instinctively against him. The friction made your head spin, and his breath hitched against your throat.
"Still just friends?" he tried to tease, but his voice was a bit too breathless.
"Do friends get hard like this?" you shot back, grinding just enough to feel him under you. The twitch of his cock against you made you both hiss.
"Point taken," he muttered, before kissing you again, rougher, more intentional this time.
Clothes blurred after that. Tugging, pulling, laughter breaking through between kisses when your shirt got stuck over your head, his muttered "bloody hell" as your fingers fumbled with his belt. The kind of chaos only two people too comfortable with each other could create.
But when you finally got his trousers shoved down and felt him, hot and hard against you, everything stilled.
Theo's forehead pressed to yours, his breath warm and shaky against your skin. "We should— fuck, we should slow down."
"Do you want to?" you asked as you looked at him, voice barely more than a whisper.
His eyes locked on yours, heavy and dark. "No."
Your body reacted before your mind did. You ground against him again, and Theo groaned, head dropping to your shoulder. His hands dug into your hips like he was fighting himself.
"Just the tip," he rasped suddenly, voice breaking on the words. "Let me, fuck— I want to feel you. Just the tip."
You shuddered, heat pooling low and heavy in your stomach. The way he said it — pleading, wrecked — undid you more than his hot and solid body against you. "Theo..."
"Please," he whispered, lips brushing your ear. "I just need to feel you."
Your chest heaved, words spilling out of your mouth before you think twice. "Just the tip."
It was a lie, and you both knew it.
Theo lined himself up, slow and careful, and pressed forward until the head of his cock slid into your soaked entrance.
The world tilted.
You gasped. The stretch was sharp, overwhelming, delicious, your walls clenching around him instinctively. Theo swore under his breath, clutching your waist like a lifeline. "Fuck. Fuck, so tight—"
Your nails dug into his shoulders. Every nerve ending in your body lit up, the feel of him, even just like this, was dizzying, stunning. "Theo, oh my—"
"I know," he whispered, voice shaking. He kissed your throat, your jaw, your cheek, everywhere he could reach. "I know, love. Just a little... just—"
He tried to stay still, but your hips shifted on instinct, sucking him deeper inch by inch until he was halfway inside. Your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the delicious burn, the feeling of fullness.
"Not just the tip," you whimpered softly.
His laugh was broken, wrecked and warm against your skin. "Yeah, no chance of stopping now."
And then he rocked the rest of the way in, slow but steady until he was seated fully, your walls stretching around every inch of him. You moaned at the delicious sensations, thighs trembling, body shivering on top of his.
Theo's forehead dropped to yours, sweat beading at his temple. "You feel, fuck, you feel unreal."
He gave you a second to adjust, his thumbs stroking your hip soothingly. But when you clenched around him so amazingly, he groaned and pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in. The movement sent sparkles of pleasure down your back, dragging another helpless sound from your throat.
Every tiny movement made you jolt, your body alive and burning with shivers. You could feel every vein, every throb of him. Theo fucked you slow but deep, savoring each sound you made, each tremor of your body on his. Every time your walls fluttered around him, his rhythm faltered, breath catching, like he couldn't believe it either.
Each time he bottomed out, you moaned without thinking, legs tightening around him to pull him even closer. Your nails dug crescents into his back, cries growing louder with every deliberate and delicious push. Theo's usual composure was completely gone now, his groans raw in your ear, his restraint unraveling with every twitch of your pussy.
"Taking me so good," he panted hoarsly, his pace picking up. "My perfect girl. My best fucking friend." His lips found your ear, hot breath making you shiver. "Never gonna look at you the same after this."
You shattered around him then, the orgasm crashing through you so hard that your vision blurred. Your body convulsed, walls clamping down around him. Theo cursed loudly, hips stuttering at the sensations.
He fucked you through it, every thrust dragging out the pleasure until you were sobbing his name in his shoulder. The twitch of his cock, the hitch in his breath, told you he was close too.
"Where?" he gasped.
"Inside," you begged without thinking. "Please, want to feel it all."
His groan was guttural, broken, as he slammed deep one last time, spilling inside you with a shudder that shook his whole frame. You felt the warmth flood you, felt the twitch of him as he pulsed, and that feeling dragged another aftershock from your already wrecked body.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, the only sound your ragged breathing and the faint, forgotten moans still coming from the tablet on the floor.
Finally, Theo shifted slightly. He looked at you, hair damp, lips curved into a lazy and sated smile.
"You're fucked," he murmured warmly, eyes still dark. "We're fucked."
You laughed weakly, tugging him closer for another kiss. "Best friends, huh?" you managed breathlessly.
Theo laughed, shaky and soft, lips finding yours again. "Yeah, about that..."
Since the day that Fred Weasley had somewhat sheepishly (by his standards) asked you to the Yule ball, your once flirtatious friendship had quickly blossomed into a playful relationship. This came as a surprise to nobody except for the two of you. It was something that you were now able to laugh at - how silly it was that you'd both been so absolutely certain that the other was not at all interested, until your mutual obsessions became un-ignorable. Now neither of you understood how you hadn’t seen it sooner.
Despite the teasing from your friends, your hands were constantly intertwined and neither of you had any problem with kissing in the busy hallways. Physical contact was a constant between you and Fred - which was why your close friends were surprised to find out that you hadn't actually slept together yet; especially given the somewhat promiscuous rumours surrounding the Weasley twins.
And it wasn't as if you didn't want to sleep with Fred. Merlin knows you'd often fantasised about it. But you were scared of how he might react once he saw what was under your robe; not just your body, but the map of scars and cuts that it had become stained with. You always wore long sleeves, which wasn't hard to do given the climate surrounding Hogwarts even during the warmest months, so he hadn't even seen your bare arms before - let alone your thighs.
He was completely oblivious to your secret habit, as was everyone else with the few exceptions of your best friends and exes - and most of them still had never known the full extent. Throughout your years at Hogwarts you'd learnt some pretty handy spells for cleaning up blood and closing dripping wounds, but you'd never perfected the act of removing scars - something that was apparently even harder to do when the scars were created from the darkest place of a witch's mind.
Foolishly, it had been a tickle fight to finally force your secret to the surface.
Fred had started to feel suspicious a few weeks prior after having a midnight conversation with Lee Jordan about muggle girls; specifically about some of their strange habits. You weren't a muggle - of course - but being born from muggle parents, he couldn't help but theorise which traits you might've picked up had you gone to a non-wizarding school. Would you have gotten long bits of coloured plastic attached to your nails? Would you have smoked cigarettes and worn tracksuits? He found those images hard to picture.
When Lee had described his strange, muggle cousin however, and the heartbreaking struggle she had with self-harming, an uncomfortable weight of recognition had suddenly started to form in Fred's gut. It had never occurred to him before that one might want to cut their own skin.
"Mate, I don't think Y/N is anything like those crazy muggle girls and especially not my batshit cousin, I mean - I highly doubt that she's doing that. I think you're overthinking things." Lee had tried to talk some calm into his best friend; believing that you were far too bright and bubbly to pick up a bad habit like that.
Fred had almost believed him, up until a few weeks later.
As you’d squealed on the ground below Fred and reached up to tickle his ribs back, his hand had accidentally brushed every so slightly too hard against your arm and unbeknownst to him, tore open a slit of hours-old, congealed, dry scabs. He didn't hear your pained hiss between the gasping breaths of your hysterical laughter.
Tiny red dots quickly started to emerge across your pale-yellow sleeve, and then they seemed to catch Fred's eyes like a deer in headlights
"What's that?" He laughed, but the sound quickly died in his throat as he frowned; ceasing his tickling. "What happened there?"
You immediately put your arm behind your back and swallowed, still catching your breath; which was now made harder by the sudden pressure of Fred's question.
"Nothing."
"Well show me then." A weak, hopeful smile pulled at his lips, silently begging for a silly excuse, but when you were unable to speak the smile slowly dropped to the ground.
His face bore an extremely unfamiliar expression of deeply lined seriousness; one that made your stomach tightly twist and turn. Despite this sudden stoniness, his voice remained intimate and soft.
"You've been hurting yourself?" He whispered, holding his hands out to take your arm.
You didn't budge, mentally scrambling to think of an excuse, but all that came out was a weak exhalation.
"Fred..."
"Show me your arm, Y/N." Despite how gentle his tone was you knew that it was a plea somehow dressed as an order; a shiver hidden in a command then wrapped in a soft bow.
It wasn't as if you'd ever frequently received orders from Fred, but there was a finality in the desperation of his request that made it feel forbidden to disobey. What else could you do? Walk away? And then what?
You slowly removed your arm from behind your back and peeled back your sleeve; the red dots having evolved into wet lines that stuck to your skin. The movement was agonisingly slow for Fred, who's eyes darted in infinitesimal movements from your poorly veiled expression of slight pain to the reveal of your injuries. His hands moved to cradle your arm as if he were afraid to hurt it, and his expression shifted tightly into a grimace as the red tatters finally met the air. He looked as if he was examining a bad quidditch injury, and you felt your face go red at that thought.
"It's fine, I swear. It's nothing." You spoke quickly, wanting nothing more than to tear your arm from his hold and whip out your wand - to modify his memory and make him forget he'd ever even seen the accidental red dots.
"It's not nothing though, is it?" He whispered with a short sigh. "You've been hurting yourself... Cutting your skin in a really dangerous place."
He dabbed the blood with his sleeve. There wasn't too much fresh moisture, but he struggled to tear his eyes from it - as if he were monitoring a life threatening wound. Only after another minute of attempting to halt the weak flow did he finally reconnect his eyes to yours.
"I'm going to make the bleeding stop. Is that alright?"
He had his long, pine wand pointed at your arm before you could speak - not that you were going to. Your throat felt tight and you were struggling to keep your eyes dry.
"Episkey." He whispered, and you both held your breaths as the tip of his wand acted as a gentle vacuum to your tattered skin.
All of the blood; even the little, dry flakes, disappeared into the wood - leaving the cuts in your skin now entirely exposed and somehow looking worse. Until you'd been forced to consider the sight from someone else's perspective, you'd not realised how severe it looked. Fred's wand was quick to be back in his pocket and his hand holding your arm, his other hand moved to cradle your downwards facing jaw.
"Now can you tell me, darling.. why would you want to do this to yourself?"
"It's only sometimes, I-I don't do it a lot - just when I'm really angry, or upset-" You whispered with a cracking voice before you cut yourself off, feeling foolish like some small child explaining why they'd wet their bed.
Unable to blink them back anymore, fat liquid orbs rolled down your face and left behind salty trails. You tried to look down at the ground again, but Fred's supportive hand beneath your chin stopped you from doing so, and his thumb had already started to catch some of the tears, softly rubbing them into invisibility against your cheek. He was frozen for a second; shocked by the unlikely sadness that you'd been hiding so well, ashamed at himself for not saying anything sooner, consumed by newfound worry. Then he pulled you into a tight hug.
"Oh, baby." He sighed, feeling your silent tears erupt into cries against the safety of his broad chest. "I didn't realise you were... I didn't know you were feeling so sad."
You said nothing back; only continuing to cry, which worsened the knot of guilt in Fred’s stomach. He’d never heard you cry so heavily before and he didn’t like it - not at all. He swallowed a dry lump of his own before continuing in a desperate whisper.
"I need you to promise me that you're not going to do this to yourself again. Scream at me, hit my chest if you're angry, give the pain to me - just don't turn it on yourself."
"No, Fred. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you." You croaked.
"Well then why would you do it to yourself?"
"It's different... I... I deserve it."
You knew that Fred would react badly to those words and you cut yourself off before more could come out. Nonetheless, he pulled back just enough to look at you; his eyes wide with hurt.
"Deserve it? Are you serious, Y/N? You think you deserve to be hurt? I don't understand. Why would you deserve that?”
"Because I’m just…” your mind trailed with too many reasons and there was one simple way to put it “Shit… I’m just shit.”
Fred shook his head and placed his thumb under your chin again, lifting your damp face to look at his.
“You’re not shit, not at all. You’re my gorgeous, brilliant, hilarious, little Pygmy Puff. What’s shit about that?”
A tiny smile weakly cracked at the corners of your lips and your eyes met his for a second before being weighed down by hot, embarrassed tears again.
Fred still felt that his questions were painfully unanswered, but he doubted that he would get any more clues whilst the discovery was still so fresh. He decided that the best temporary course of action would be to get you cuddled up in his dorm hidden under his covers, where his twin brother and two best friends would happily vacate to afford you both some privacy. Once comfortable; he would scheme out loud just to make you laugh and pepper your face with kisses. Explanations could come another time, all that Fred knew was for that night he needed to keep you safe and warm
A/N: my first Fred imagine I hope you all enjoy and don’t forget to interact as it means the world to myself and other writers! also my requests are open <3
i’m just going to leave this here, if you support incest / indulge in incest fics, please block me.
furthermore, if you feel the same way i do and you are on phelps twins tiktok and do not want to support somebody who does so, pm me and ill lyk who to block.
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